Words for the teacher Uldis Kairišam

In the sunny morning of October 29, a black storm, who doesn't want to believe it, breaks the whole of Sherjan villages – on the evening of 28 October, the Sport teacher Uldis Kairiš, a school teacher of New Jerusalem, died suddenly from life. A pupil, an elf, an authority, a soul of society, a fair, strong, cheerful. The question – why? – will remain without answer.
Uldis came to New Jerusalem primary school in 1979, when we were born in 1969 and started learning in the fourth grade. We were not the most obedient pupils, 16 guys and 5 girls were teaching not to work together, so the school's management decided that this class needed a strong hand and character to deal with 21 delvers. What if not Uldis Cairisham, a young, energetic, active sports teacher, to entrust the duties of a mentor? Uldis was a colossal grower, firm but fair. No one would be nesabāra, defending anyone who had to be defended. Joint classes, Hiking, various sporting activities, skiing and skating in winter, hockey exercises, basketball, volleyball, People's bomb, friendship evenings, New Year's trees, first September and last day of the school year. He had given his heart and the essence to school and pupils, trying to see and move in every one of the children, bringing the basic human values of work, responsibility, heartbeat, respect for human beings.
This summer, it was 30 years since we, his first grown-up class, graduated from the New Jerusalem primary school. We thought we'd have to pick up the old classmates and the teacher in the autumn of the autumn, keep up in memories, take over the old photographs... It is a pity that everything remained at the level of good intentions. I did n't.
We grew up at Ulda and our children grew up. Essentially, the teacher Uldis Cairiš has raised several generations. So many students, leaving in their subsequent lives, have said to the teacher Uldis thanks, and not only for sport, but for being able to create people from them.
And another teacher, Uldis, was a dancer. We always admired his elegance and a really light dance step, the events that had Uldis, the ladies had no time to rest.
When we started learning in class 5, our mentor was summoned by the then Soviet army. We were little children, but we wept wearily when we were told, because we couldn't understand how the teacher could leave us now? Two years passed, the grower returned and successfully led us to the 8 th grade. Now, even now, we have great children, crying, but with more heavier tears, with deeper pain in the soul, because we are now too well aware that our grower has abandoned us forever. Anyone who knew the teacher Uldi, anyone who had come into contact with the personality of the teacher Ulda Cairiah, was feeling this black painful.
Let you light the sand of the earth, Master. Take your love, respect, and gratitude for everything, all...
On behalf of the Graduate School of New Jerusalem, 1984,
Leocadia Razgale
Young-junior primary school collective
Sherjanu civil parish
Sherjan CN collective